My friend and I were born in the same village, our grandfathers came from North Wales to South Wales to work in the pits. Our fathers were coal miners in the same pit. We went to the same school, then onto grammar school.
I flopped my A’levels, she did brilliantly. She went into medicine I into secretarial work. We married the same year, she has been married 59 years, I was married 8 years.
She own a lovely house, I live in a one bedroomed council bungalow, she and her lovely husband have pensions, I have pension credit. She holidays abroad several times a year, she has a car I have a mobility scooter.
Good for her, I am happy for her. That’s life . If I whinged about how lucky she is it wouldn’t change things, so much envy now.